Serenity left
She ran away in her wedding gown
And Cynthia left, but this time
She walked out the window
Leaving me to drown
But how could I blame her
When the water I'm drowning in
Is tinted with tears
Half of them hers, not even mine
Do I apologise for my profanity
For the way they fell?
Do I chase her with a napkin
And apologise
for every time a tear stained our floor?
Or do I let her walk away
Let her reunite
With the serenity that once
Ran away from me too?
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Short StoryAll is quiet at 1:35 a.m., As I try to clear my head. It's as though I've blinked and everything has changed. It's been happening for a long time, I know, But then again, That's how it always is, Isn't it? thoughts of a sleepless poet dipped in hear...
